Lahat ng Kabanata ng Thirst For My Billionaire Uncle : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

“What do you mean by that?” I bark in frustration, hurrying my way to the servant and she utters, “That’s fine. Just give me the fries.” I turn to look at her exhausted face and she smiles faintly. I adore her right now and my heart flutters with excitement. I have never felt this way before and my anger calms down, leaving me to agree with her. But I want her to get what she craves…which is a fucking soup that no one manages to get for her. “Uh, princess. Can you wait a moment? I think these fries are soggy. Let me replace it for you.” I watch her nodding, sinking back on the bed and I walk out with the servant. Hurrying to the kitchen, I ask the guard, “What the fuck was that? Can’t you arrange soup for her?” the guard stands disappointed in front of me and I sigh, mentally cursing

“Raya? Are you alright?” my father hurries inside and my brothers follow suit. They have concern developing on their faces and I can’t help but give them a weak smile. “I am fine, Dad -” I say, my voice barely coming out of my throat. I have been screaming so loud, yelling for help when Rico was forcing himself on me that my vocal cords have almost given up. But the soup that I just finished having has made my throat a little calm. Perhaps this can also be from the deep throat I had a few moments ago. My Uncle silently sits on the sofa chair, observing the hug between my father and I. “Raya, what the hell happened?” my brother Jake asks in a concerning manner. “Yeah, why haven’t you called us?” Steve inquires, his eyebrows frowning in confusion. I gaze at each of them, feeling my heart flutter in my chest as I recognize the genuine care and love they hold for me.Perhaps I am not just someone who is unloved, after all. Deep down, there is a spark that ignites within me, a flame th

Raya As I prepare to leave the house for my classes, I refuse to let fear of my stepbrother hold me back. While it may be unsettling, I remind myself that nothing is scarier than the reality of my own life.I must confront my stepbrother and the situation, trusting that he won't harm me in broad daylight. With security guards by my side, courtesy of my father's protective measures, I feel a sense of reassurance as I head out. As I descend the stairs after getting ready, Samantha approaches me anxiously, inquiring, "Where are you off to?"Raising an eyebrow, I can't help but find Samantha's question somewhat foolish. "College," I reply shortly before heading towards the door. However, she trails after me like an eager puppy, insisting, "No, you can't go." Stopping in my tracks, I turn to face her, puzzled. "What do you mean, Samantha? Why can't I go?"Her nervous expression does not escape my notice, leading me to believe that she is either hiding something or has faced repercussions

Carlos "Why do I have to go there, Warren?" I raise an eyebrow, maintaining a calm expression despite the turmoil of emotions within me. I have learned to hide my true feelings well, a skill honed over time to protect myself. "Because Carlos. The only person I trust with this task is you, and I believe you have the skills to handle it your way. My boys are not equipped to deal with that man. You know he can be dangerous," Warren explains, his tone serious and firm. As Warren's words sink in, I steel myself for the task ahead, knowing that it will require me to confront the dangers and challenges that I had hoped to leave behind. Despite my reservations, I know that Warren's trust in me is not to be taken lightly, and I must fulfill this responsibility to the best of my abilities.

Raya  After the discussion at the breakfast table to invite Jake’s girlfriend and her family to the lake house, I am now sitting in the car with Uncle Carlos. My dad is staying at home for his physiotherapy and my brothers are not attending the office today. It’s Saturday so everyone has their own plans…except Uncle Carlos and I. I might have had plans if he didn’t push me to come with him. I don’t know his problem but soon enough I am going to confront him about the situation we both are in. I am afraid that this is forbidden and we must stop. Well, he must. I am just a pawn in his ruthless game…it almost feels like Uncle Carlos is another version of my stepbrother Rico. The only difference between them is my Uncle makes sure that I am satisfied a